LUST by Laura B. Cooper

I spent the rest of the evening rolling the
thought of Carlton around in my head. I couldn’t help it, and I
know it was definitely not what I needed. What I really needed was
a good night sleep. However, I couldn’t deny my desire for him.
It’d been a long time since I felt this way, and now I’m here all
alone in New York with no one to take care of it.
    Rolling onto my side I opened the top drawer
to my bedside table. My usual mess of papers, a sleeping mask, ear
plugs, all those earrings that no longer had a mate, they were all
in there. Somewhere, under all this mess I was sure it was there. I
pushed junk from one side of the drawer to the other until I
finally found it. The little blue bullet.
    It wasn’t much to look at, and certainly
evoked no special meaning, especially about sex. It was a little
over five inches, not much wider than my index finger, and its
smooth blue plastic shell hid our special connection. It was the
only one I felt comfortable enough to buy for myself. However, once
turned on its powerful little buzzer was more than enough to
satisfy me. And since my last disappointing relationship, it was
the one thing I could turn to.
    I held it tight in my hands, warming it to
my skin as I pulled the covers up to my neck. Perfect, I thought.
Sliding it down my stomach to my mound. I slid it up and down over
my panties. It’s hard plastic shell pressed against my folds, and I
moved it up and down a few times while I readied myself. I could
only imagine what he looked like. My guess was his chest and
abdomen were riddled with muscles, and I imagined running my finger
tips over each and every one as I nuzzled my face into the crook of
his neck. I remembered the smell of his cologne, and thought how
wonderful it would be to smell it again. Strong, masculine, yet
clean and refreshing.
    I twisted the end of the bullet as it roared
to life in my hands. Nearly breaking my self induced trance. I shut
my eyes tightly, remembering his chiseled face with the five
o’clock shadow, and those eyes. Liquid chocolate, that’s what they
reminded me of. Deep and dark, yet welcoming and comforting. I
could get lost in his eyes alone.
    No longer able to keep it off my skin as I
imagined Carlton’s strong hot fingers pressing against me, I ran
the buzzing bedmate up and under my panties and across my clit. My
nipples reacted to the electric jolt that shot through my entire
body. I pressed it harder into my clit, reaching up with my free
hand to cup my breast. My mind raced as I moaned to myself,
reveling in the dream that was: Carlton.
    My fingers began to tingle as the first wave
of my orgasm crashed against my vibrator. I held on, squeezing my
nipple harder now as I rode it out, hoping the feeling would never
end. I could see him towering over me, holding himself above me as
I plunged my little blue friend deep inside, finishing off my
orgasm. I drifted off to sleep with the thoughts of him holding me
in his strong arms.

Chapter 2
    “Miss
Martin, can I call you a taxi?” The doorman to our building
exclaimed as I stepped into the lobby of our building the following
morning.
    “No thank you Roger, I’m going to walk this
morning. But Roger, would you let the dog walker into my apartment
at noon please? I’ve already written his name down on the log as a
daily visitor.”
    The short pudgy man gleamed at me, “Will do,
Miss Liz. Have a great first day!”
    I smiled at him and pushed outside into a
blustery day. Maybe I should take a cab after all? My hair was
going to be a mess by the time I got to the building that housed
Bell, Michaud and Sheffield Law Firm. I turned left and began my
trek towards the sleek skyscraper. We’d been lucky to get a lease
on an apartment close by. Palmer could take the subway for a
fifteen minute ride to school and I could easily walk the two
blocks to work. Even in their misery, our parents had left us
financially stable enough to afford our futures. My college and law
school bills